If I let anyone in close I just know that something will fall apart and I’ll be the one left behind trying to piece together the broken pieces of myself that have just been thrown back into my face. I have become the cold, detached one now, everyone’s not-quite friend, fun, sarcastic and vaguely interesting but never warm, inviting, or worth growing closer to. I am not the person you confess your deepest secrets to and I am not the one you go to for advice and I don’t really want to be (or do I?). I am hard to get hold of and impossible […]
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Broken Pieces
I wonder if sometimes people give the slightest though of what they are about to do to you and your heart. Do they ever wonder if they are going to leave a scar? Or a hole, or just some broken pieces that seem almost in possible to fix back? I just wonder what they think when they want to leave you, I wonder if they see…how much tears you will cry for them. I wonder…do I ever cross they’re mind. Or when they leave me there to hold myself up. Fight for myself. They just leave, and sooner or later they come back…and your so […]
Something that I once built
As a set of goals and fixed opportunities
Protected my whole life
Been destroyed
By the conflicted torments
All that I did
I still couldn’t do anything to fix it
Because every time I tried to touch those pieces
They would just tremble into dust
Every aspect of broken pieces crumbled
At the tip of a tiny touch
As I walked through the kingdom once again
Felt like a hatred soul had woken up
Followed the same route
Protected the key with just nothing but darkness
Dug up a hole in the very pit of the soul
Tried so hard to not get close again
Tried so hard not to act the same again
Forcefully doing so
Challenged everything
Changed […]
I wear upon myself a suite
A cloak, disguise to hide the truth
where fragile broken pieces lay
Of which I find myself today
I lay inside a maze of lies
in which I’ve told to keep disguised
the truth that hides behind the man
is not who they all think I am
the maze I’ve built in self defence
has now become a life sentence
its filled with demons kept inside
of all the things that I despise
there is no way to hear my plea
in which I wish to be set free
instead I get, eternity
With the troubles that I hide
My […]